Chapter 1
Werewolf
Bryson had tried everything to settle his unsettled wolf, he knew somewhat of his wolf’s issue, as he walked through the crowd of mere humans as he reached his usual café. He ordered a soda and sat at the bar.
He had chosen to go for a’ bad boy biker’ vibe, wearing a black shirt underneath his black leather jacket, competing his look with ripped jeans and black combat boots.
It made people steer clear of him.
He liked it this way though, the lone wolf thing worked for him and his beast. Only taking in females to satisfy their sexual needs when necessary, good thing he couldn’t get mere humans pregnant.
He was enjoying his moment of peace before his beast cut in.
I need satisfied, stupid human. His wolf grumbled.
I realize this mutt, but I don’t want to have sex with just anyone. He tried to settle his beast, but with his hackles raised and his jaws snapping at him in protest, giving him a migrane, he found it very hard to concentrate.
Okay, okay. Settle, it’s hard to look at the options when you’re practically making me double over in pain. He growled at his beast, and he felt the migrane vanish almost instanly.
Groaning in frustration and shaking out the remaining pain from the migrane. He paid his bill, tipping the waitress $10 before leaving.
Let’s see what Willard, Missouri has to offer. His beast purred, as he begun looking over his options.
The more he looked, the more his beast was starting to side with his human counterpart. No one looked like they would satisfy both of them, his beast started to get angry at the lack of options, a audible growl of frustration accidentally slipped from his lips.
People looked around too see where they could tell where the sound came from before shrugging and going on about their day.
Bryson kept on walking to a less poulated area before sniffing, the smell of blood catching both his and his beats attention.
He followed his sense of smell, the glow of his wolfs ice blue eyes shone in the night, the scent of the blood getting ever stronger the farther he walked down the alleyway, then he spotted the source of the smell.
A woman in a black dress ahad pinned a man against the wall, her mouth on his neck as she sucked him dry, his beast emitted a warning growl, all she did was hold up a singular finger.
Prompting him to wait, he rolled his eyes.
Their species have worked over their differences, for now, they would still find themselves at odds 99.9% of the time.
There were a lot of things that they couldn’t agree upon, but one thing was certain.
This female vampire that so greedily drank her latest victim, caused things to stir inside him.
As he used his heightened sense of sight, he seen the way her plump, full breasts were pressed firmly onto the man, who was now unconscious.
He didn’t pay attention to the now flatlined man as she dropped his dead body at her feet with a hard thud. The way the blood of the strange man he’d just watch her murder in front of him, trickled down from her plump lips and down her chin, streaking down her pale throat.
He swallowed, hard.
She was hreathing hard, her chest heaving, her breasts jiggling slightly with every sharp exhale.
She swallowed the last bit of blood that remained in her mouth, Bryson watched as the lump in her pale throat bobbed up and down as she swallowed, he licked his lips in turn.
His beast and him were finally on the same page.
This was their type of woman, his eyes finally met hers.
She looked to be frustrated, or maybe thinking of him as a loose end.
She’d proabably kill him, that was fine with him as long as he got to have sex first.
Vampire
Alyssa was only here to collect her bounty, Kale Henson.
Human.
Serial killer.
Scum.
Deserved to die.
That was the only kinds of bounties Alyssa could handle to take, she couldn’t bare having an innocent person die at her hands.
She was one of the good vamps.
At least, she’d like to think so.
As she lured Kale from the bar they just exited, she brought him deeper and deeper into the alleyways.
This town was like a maze.
Kill.
Kill.
The voice in her head kept urging her for blood, she’d hadn’t had blood, warm, fresh human blood for decades.
She’d been surviving off animal blood, and though sometimes she’d feast on her bounties, she fed on them after she killed them and collected.
She could get more that way, but Kale was an exception, the people wanting him dead, would pay the same either way.
So when they were finally as far away from town as they were gonna get, she promptly shoved him against the wall, covered his mouth with her palm and bit into his neck.
Her fangs easily piercing through the thin, sensitive skin covering his viens. He began struggling at first, screaming against her hand, clawing at her head to attempt to break free from her fangs.
Alyssa wouldn’t let go though, she was locked onto her kill, eventually, Kale began moaning, and she tasted his pleasure through his blood.
Disgusting. She thought, he’s really getting turned on by me sucking his blood? Pathetic.
Then she smelled something extremely delicious.
A scent that was undeiably male, he smelled of her favorite scents mixed together.
Vampires and werewolves were only similar in one aspect, wolves called them mates, vamps called them beloveds.
She could tell what this man was the first time she smelled him.
Werewolf.
This didn’t stop her from her meal though, she continued drinking Kale, even though she wanted to barf, he now was limp, his pulse weak, he was practically dead.
She heard the wolf growl, and in turn held her finger up to have him wait.
He growled again, and she stopped once she felt Kales heart stop, she simply stepped back, breathing rapidly.
She hadn’t even stopped to breath, she now realized. Her chest heaved as she eyed the wolf in front of her, his ice blue eyes were shining, even she -as a vampire, knew what that meant.
This man’s wolf was in control of his body, looking at him now though. Her inner self was burning with desire for this man.
It is rare to have a wolf and vampire be mates, she’d rather call them that. Though she’d never voice that.
Easier.
She eyed him closely as he watched her swallow the last bit of Kales blood that still lingered in her mouth and she smirked as his eyes shone brighter.
A rumble, resembling a purr exited from the mans chest.
She chuckled.
“Watching me drain that man’s blood turn you on mutt?” She teased in a husky tone, her breathing had somewhat evened out, her dress strap had come off her left shoulder, exposing more of her pale delicate skin.
“Need. Mate.” The man’s voice came out gruff and beast-like, she smiled as she allowed her right strap to come off her shoulder.
“That bad huh? Your human counterpart not giving you what you need?” She asks huskily.
“No. Stupid.” He growls, she scoffs.
“Well, we will just have to fix that now won’t we?” She asks, now taking her arms behind her to unzip the tight dress, she eyes the mans buldge.
“Name?”
“Bryson.” He purrs out.
After successfully unzipping her dress, she lazily and sexily took a couple steps, stepping over Kales discarded, very dead body.
She stopped a couple feet from him, she pulled on her dress a bit, loosening it more, as it slowly fell off her slender, perfect body.
Her nipples hardened against the cool breeze of the brisk air, she gasped as her pale skin littered with tiny goosebumps.
She started breathing heavily again, her breasts shaking with each sharp breath she took. A smirk found it’s way onto her face as she noticed Bryson himself starting to get worked up.
The buldge in his ripped jeans made her eyes widen, she feared that if he got anymore aroused that his cock would bust the button.
She still had blood dripping from her lips so she raked her tongue slowly across her lips.
Bryson?
He was following her tongue with his eyes, his hands clenched at his sides as if he was holding back.
“Yours?” His gruff boice asked, and she realized he was asking her for her name.
“Alyssa” she whispered, but knew he could hear it.
His beast purred, and she curled her finger at him, signaling him to come.
He stalked towards her, carefully, calculating her movements. The brisk air was lightly tickling her skin, still littered with tiny goosebumps.
As he got closer, his eyes got brighter, telling her he was close to losing full control of himself, she could still see some of the man in this beast now.
He was pleading with her to help him, to stop toying with him, if he lost control; it wouldn’t be pretty for her.
She wanted to know what it was like having sex with a out of control wolf.
“Lose him.” She whispered.
“I could kill you.” The beast warned.
“Only if I let you, beast.” She said seriously.
The beast scoffed and looked her up and down as he grew a couple feet, fur sprouting out of his pores. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it aside, his shirt and jeans tore; exposing his now slightly fur covered skin.
He still stood on two legs, his chest heaving, his cock though?
Oh my Kanchelsis.
He was huge.
She licked her lips at his size again, his hand came around and grabbing her around the waist, gently. The sparks igniting at just his simple touch.
She moaned at the pleasure of the sparks that were spreading throuout her body.
“Hmmmm mate. Mine.” He growled.
The only part of him that didn’t have fur was his face, as he pulled his hand through her hair, claiming his lips onto hers.
Then?
Then the fireworks truly began.
They started at her lips, and set off more intensly through her body before settling at her core and just setting off in multiples, her core was acing for this man.
His other hand ran along her back, grabbing her ass before he grabbed her thigh, setting it onto his hip. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, and she opened for him, allowing him to explore her mouth with his tongue.
She moaned as his cock started pressing at her opening, teasing her. He wanted to taste her first though.
So he effortlessly, picked her up, her back against the hard brick of the building behind her, her legs around his head.
She let out a breathless sigh as she felt his hot breath fan her throbbing, wet clit.
“Please.” She begged.
“Patience little bat.” He growled.
He was going to savor but devour her at the same time and he licked his lips in anticipation.
Dinner time.
